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Mukuro: Is it True?

You threw the newspaper in the trashcan, wanting to set it on fire. You could only glare down helplessly at it seeing as you were in the middle of a busy city street. You knew mere strangers and bystanders would wonder what you were doing, lighting a trashcan on fire, and would assume you to be a terrorist of some sort.

You tightened your coat around your body and slid your sunglasses over your eyes. Tears were starting to well up, blurring your vision. 'Mukuro…you promised.' Holding back your tears, you made your way down the street, remembering you had school tomorrow.

-Four months later-

The bell rang, signaling the end of classes for the day. The teacher was the first to leave after bidding the class goodbye. One by one your classmates dispersed, leaving you alone in the barren classroom. Taking your time, you gathered your things and slung your bag over your shoulder. You made your way out of the school building and through the school yard filled with chattering students and large cliques. You looked down at your cell phone to check the time - you had to meet with Decimo and his Family soon.

This was a normal routine now. Staring blankly down at the ground, you recalled it's been about four months already. Four months since Mukuro was arrested. He was in the big house now, serving his time for a crime you hadn't known he committed. But this was not to be misunderstood; you still loved him. Loved him so much it hurts. It hurt because you were currently away from him. You wanted him out of prison as soon as possible…but until then, you could only wait.

But for him to be caught, he must've been careless. He obviously slipped up. 'Stupid Mukuro,' you thought, quickly feeling depressed. He promised. He promised he would be with you forever. Now he's gone and put himself in prison.

Deciding you've wasted enough time loitering, you picked up pace to meet with the Vongola Family. You knew Mukuro hated the mafia, despised them really, and the Vongola were no different to him. But you always thought they were nice but Mukuro was the only thing that kept you from ever making contact with them. You followed Mukuro obediently and your loyalty to him prevented you from having anything to do with the mafia. Now, however, Mukuro was currently not present and mafia connections were never to be underestimated. This could be a chance to help the illusionist out of prison.

When you entered the Vongola base you immediately knew something was wrong. The halls gave an eerily empty feeling and the air was tense, completely opposite of the warm, comfortable atmosphere you were so used to now.

You made your way to the meeting room, proceeding as normal. You opened the door and found everyone inside like usual. Takeshi, Hayato, Lambo, Ryohei, Kyoya, Reborn, and Tsuna. They saw your confused face, immediately knowing you had caught on to something. You closed the door behind you and took your usual seat next to the window.

Reborn spoke up. "_(Name)_, have you heard?"

You glanced at everyone's faces suspiciously. "Heard what?"

No one responded right away, not sure how to explain. After a long, suspenseful pause, Tsuna finally handed you a file. You took it and opened it, scanning the contents. You tensed, at a complete loss for words. "He broke out of prison…" you breathed.

"Again," the Strom Guardian commented with a scoff.

You ignored the comment and asked, "Do you know where he is?"

"Actually," Tsuna started, "we were wondering if you knew his whereabouts…" He slumped when you shook your head.

"Do you know anywhere he could be?" Reborn inquired. "Be honest, _(Name)_."

"No. Besides, I'm sure you have already searched every location I told you about. Even Kokoyu. That's everywhere I know." Their silence confirmed they have indeed. "Are you going to put him back in prison if you find him?"

"We don't know," was Reborn's simple answer. You nodded. Mukuro was getting into more trouble for this.

Why did he break out?

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Upon hearing the dismissal bell you immediately gathered your things and bolted out the door. Rushing for the first time in months, you made your way off school grounds, wanting to help search for the blue-haired criminal. On your way to the Vongola headquarters you suddenly stopped in your tracks, unable to move your feet. They felt heavy, or rather, they felt as if cemented to the ground. You watched as your surroundings became disoriented and deformed until everything turned black. Everything became silent. The trees and buildings have disappeared and you could no longer hear the town life of Namimori.

Your heart beat faster as you contemplated the source of the illusion. You frowned, not exactly knowing what to do in this situation. Looking down at your hands all you could see was black.

A blinding flash of light engulfed you and you immediately responded by shielding your eyes.

"Open your eyes, _(Name)_," a familiar voice ordered.

You obediently did as you were told, willing your eyes to adjust to the sudden light. You looked up to meet the heterochromatic eyes of Mukuro Rokudo. The eyes that killed countless amount of people.

"Mukuro!" you shouted, immediately enveloping him in a hug. You pulled away and bombarded him with questions. "Where have you been? What have you been doing? Why are you here?"

Mukuro, calm and composed as ever, simply smiled and said, "Actually, I've heard some interesting things."

You remained confused. "What things? What do you mean?"

His expression turned serious. "What are you doing in the mafia?" His voice was stern and demanding.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "…Where did you hear that?"

"Things get around." His expression was cold as he leered down at you. "You look surprised. Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

Guilt plagued your conscientiousness. "I didn't know what to do. I had no where to go," you said. "When you got arrested, I felt like you left me alone."

"…I see," he said softly. He leaned back and placed his hand on top of your head. "I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around you in a gentle hug. You hugged back, having missed his hugs immensely. It was silent for a moment before he spoke, "But I can not allow you to continue acting so friendly with the Vongola. I absolutely forbid it."

"That's not fair," you said. "They've been taking such good care of me."

He looked you straight in the eye. "No mafia," he ordered. "That's final."

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You and Mukuro were currently walking down the street, doing some grocery shopping so neither of you would starve. Mukuro was wearing a cap and sunglasses, a hooded sweater, and baggy pants - a disguise of poor effort, but it was effective. You wandered into a convenience store for something you had forgotten to buy while Mukuro waited for you outside. He flicked the hood over his head just to be safe and patiently waited for your return. He heard a couple of girls who had exited the convenience store you were in comment on the front page of a newspaper they were holding.

"Oh my God, read this here," one of the girls pointed out. "An escaped convict."

"Yeah, I know," her friend said. "But you know what? I heard he broke out of prison for a girl. A girl! Isn't that sweet?"

"Not if it's to kill her."

"Well it's not!" her friend retorted. Then she sighed dreamily. "Who knew a criminal could be such a romantic?"

"It's true?" the girl inquired, a bit stunned.

"I don't know, but it would be so very romantic if it was!"

Mukuro watched as they continued to gossip the rest of the way down the street. You exited the store and approached the poorly disguised illusionist from behind. "…News sure gets around fast," you heard him say.

"What news?" you asked.

Mukuro turned to face you and gave a light smirk. "It's nothing you need to know about."

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For Astral Archer